By Arthur Austin
June 4, 2002
These things can be said here, this truth can be told.
I watch your eyes soften. I watch you unfold.
The pause between mercies can heal and enfold
you, only to hear what it meant to be cold
the latched heart unlocked, the secrets unscrolled
Whatever was said. You were not bought or sold.
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